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urgent business bruce wayne x fem!reader

summary: you miss bruce while he’s away on business, so you send him a little reminder of what’s waiting for him at home. tags: sexting, sending nudes, teasing, dirty talk, phone/video call sex, mutual masturbation, needy!bruce, soft dom!reader, no y/n wc: 2.1k a/n: dedicating this one to @bat2nsignia, the biggest bruce freak i know 😛 ily, and i hope you like it!

Bruce's phone vibrates against the conference table while Lucius leads the latest in a series of investor meetings. Your name lights up the screen, and he knows he shouldn't check it. Lucius is counting on his input before Wayne Enterprises moves forward with any agreements, so he should be paying attention. But he's only human.

You: missing you

He types back quickly under the table.

Bruce: I miss you too. I should be home tomorrow night.

He sets the phone back down and tries to refocus, but immediately reaches for it when it buzzes again.

You: [Attachment: 1 photo]

He opens it casually, expecting a photo of whatever you've been up to—a meal, a new purchase, something mundane.

What he gets instead makes his breath catch.

You're curled up in his bed with the sheets pooled around your waist, wearing one of his dress shirts. The top buttons are undone, revealing enough skin for him to know there's nothing underneath.

Bruce: You're going to be the death of me. You: and what a way to go that would be ;) You: wanted you to see what you're missing You: how's your meeting going?

He adjusts himself under the table, grateful that every investor in the room is focused on the presentation.

Bruce: It was going fine. You: was?

He needs to stop responding. He has twenty people around him. This is wildly inappropriate.

And yet...

Bruce: Send me another.

The three dots appear immediately. You were waiting for him to ask.

You: what do you want to see? Bruce: You know what I want. You: i really don't... you'll have to be more specific

His jaw tightens. Of course you're going to make him spell it out.

Bruce: Less shirt. More you. You: that's better You: give me a minute

That minute feels like an eternity. Bruce has stopped registering what Lucius is saying altogether, his mind stuck on you: bare legs tangled in the sheets, your body warm and soft on his side of the bed.

His phone buzzes.

You: [Attachment: 1 photo]

The shirt is completely unbuttoned now, falling open to reveal your bare chest. Your free hand rests low on your stomach, fingertips grazing the waistband of your black lace underwear where it peeks out above the sheets. Bruce has to physically stop himself from making a sound.

Bruce: Fuck. You: that good? Bruce: Don’t be so pleased with yourself. You: can't help it <3 Bruce: Clearly. You: tell me what you’re thinking about right now

Bruce glances down at the increasingly uncomfortable fit of his pants.

Bruce: What do you think? You: i think i want you to say it Bruce: You. In our bed. No clothes. You: what else? Bruce: Your hand. Where mine should be. You: just where mine is?

He swallows. He's still painfully aware of where he is, even if that awareness has done very little to restrain him.

Bruce: Not just there. Everywhere.

The typing indicator appears, disappears, then appears again.

You: i wish you were here Bruce: Tomorrow night. I promise. You: that’s so far away though Bruce: I know. You: i can't stop thinking about you

His pulse quickens.

Bruce: Yeah? You: mhm. especially about the morning before you left... You: what you did to me before your flight

He remembers. He'd woken you up with his mouth between your legs and made you come twice before he'd even properly kissed you good morning. You'd barely been able to walk him to the car.

You: i've been trying to recreate it but it's not the same :(

Picturing you alone in bed, touching yourself and chasing the same release he’d given you, makes him shift in his seat again.

You: want to help? Bruce: I'm still in this meeting. You: so leave.

Bruce starts typing out a response, something about how he can’t simply walk out in the middle of—

You: [Attachment: 1 photo]

In this one, the shirt's gone entirely. The phone's angled down over your body as you lie back against the pillows with your free hand slipped between your legs. The black lace he glimpsed earlier is fully visible now, darkened enough at the center to make his mouth go dry.

“Mr. Wayne?”

Bruce’s head snaps up. Every person at the table is looking at him.

The investor seated across the room gestures to the figures displayed on the screen. "Your thoughts?"

Bruce clears his throat, schooling his expression into something neutral. "I trust Lucius's judgment on this. I agree with his assessment."

Lucius raises an eyebrow but says nothing. The investors appear satisfied and return their attention back to the presentation.

Bruce looks back down at his phone.

Bruce: You need to stop. You: do you really want me to stop?

He hesitates, but only for a second.

Bruce: No. You: then don’t tell me to stop You: tell me what you want instead Bruce: More. You: more what? Bruce: Everything. I want to see everything. You: ask nicely.

A breathless laugh nearly escapes him. You really have no intention of making this easy for him.

Bruce: Please show me.

Then, just to indulge you, he adds:

Bruce: I need to see you.

For a while, there's no response. Then his phone buzzes again.

You: [Attachment: 1 video]

He stares at the thumbnail. He could watch it on silent. No one would know. His thumb moves toward the play button—

You: don't you dare watch that on mute.

He freezes.

You: i want you to hear every second of it You: so i suggest you find somewhere private

Before he can respond, his phone begins to vibrate with a call and your name fills the screen beneath the FaceTime icon.

The responsible choice is obvious: decline the call, pocket his phone, and give Lucius the attention he promised. Instead, he's already standing.

"Excuse me," he says, moving toward the door. "I need to take this."

Lucius glances from the phone in Bruce’s hand to his face, but Bruce doesn't wait for him to comment.

The hallway outside the conference room is mercifully empty. He finds an unoccupied office several doors down, steps inside, and locks the door behind him. Only then does he accept the call.

You appear on the screen with flushed cheeks, and your whole expression brightens with a smile when you see him. Somehow, that affects Bruce more than any of the pictures.

"Hi," you say.

The sound of your voice only makes it worse, sharpening his longing into an ache that feels almost painful.

"Hi." His own voice comes out rougher than intended.

"Did you watch the video?"

"Not yet. Someone told me to find somewhere private first."

Your smile widens. "Smart man. Watch it now."

Bruce props his phone against the desk and opens the video. It lasts no more than fifteen seconds, but it's devastating. You're on your back with your hand between your legs, touching yourself slowly, almost teasingly. The quiet sighs and whimpering moans that slip from your lips go straight through him.

When the video ends, the call returns to full screen. You watch him expectantly. "Liked that?"

"You have no idea what you're doing to me."

"I have some idea." Your gaze moves deliberately down his body. "Are you hard?"

"Yes."

"Show me."

Bruce exhales through his nose. “This is reckless, even for you.”

"You locked the door, didn't you?"

He glances toward it. "Yes."

“Then I think we both know you’re going to show me.”

A beat passes. Then his hand moves to his belt, and the sharp breath you take makes every risk worthwhile.

"There you go," you murmur as your own hand slips beneath your panties.

Bruce unzips his pants, finally relieving some of the pressure that has been building since that first photograph. When he wraps his hand around himself, your soft moan comes through the speaker.

"Fuck," he groans as his head falls back against the wall. "I miss you."

"I miss you too." Your breathing has already begun to quicken. "Tell me what you’d be doing if you were here."

“I’d put you on your knees first.” His hand moves in steady strokes, eyes fixed on the screen as you touch yourself. "Watch you look up at me with those pretty eyes while you take me into your mouth. Hear the way you gag when I pull your hair and push deeper."

Your hand moves faster. “And?”

“Then I’d have you beneath me in that bed. Taste you until you couldn’t remember why sending those pictures seemed like a good idea.” His voice drops lower. “Your legs around my shoulders while you try to stay quiet even though we both know you can’t.”

“Bruce…”

"Then I'd be inside you, feeling you squeeze around me." His grip tightens. "Listening to the way you say my name when you're close."

A shaky breath leaves you as your hips jerk upward. “Keep talking, please.”

"I'd take my time with you." His voice breaks on a moan. "Spend the entire night making sure you remember exactly what I do to you."

"God, Bruce, I'm close." You're visibly unraveling now, right on the edge, thighs trembling around your wrist.

"I know, sweetheart. Let me see. Let me hear you."

"Only if you come with me," you gasp out. "Please, Bruce. Together."

His hand moves faster, matching your rhythm through the screen. “Together,” he promises, the word coming out strained.

"I wish you were here, wish I could feel you."

"You will. Soon." His breathing is ragged now, everything building to that breaking point. "Look at me."

Your eyes find the camera, glazed and desperate. That nearly finishes him on its own.

"Please—I can't—"

"Now, sweetheart. Come for me now."

You break at the same moment he does. Your breathless cry of his name blends with his rough groan of yours through the phone. He watches you arch and shudder, aching to feel you clenching around him instead of his hand, the frustration of the distance somehow making it even more intense.

For a long moment, there's just the sound of both of you breathing, trying to come back down.

“Well,” you say eventually, a satisfied smile spreading across your face. “I think that was significantly more interesting than your meeting.”

Bruce huffs out a laugh as he reaches for a tissue and begins putting himself back together. "You're trouble."

"You like me when I'm trouble."

"I do." He picks up the phone and looks at you properly. You're glowing, hair tangled across the pillow, completely beautiful. "I really do miss you."

Your expression softens. "I miss you too." You pull the sheet over yourself. “Do you really have to stay until tomorrow?”

Bruce glances at the time. The current meeting is nearly over, and everything on tomorrow’s schedule can be handled remotely. “I’m moving my flight up.”

Your eyebrows lift. “Bruce, I was only complaining. You don’t actually have to do that.”

“I know.” He runs a hand through his hair, then smooths it back into place. “Everything tomorrow can be handled over video. I want to be home tonight.”

A smile slowly spreads across your face. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Bruce looks toward the locked door. "I should get back before Lucius comes looking for me."

"Do you think he knows?"

"Lucius knows everything."

"Wonderful. Love that for us."

"Would you like me to apologize to him on your behalf?"

You laugh softly, settling back against the pillows, and the sound makes him wish he was already home.

"So, see you tonight?" you ask.

"See you tonight."

"And when you get here?"

His gaze darkens. "You already know."

"I want to hear you say it again."

"Goodbye."

"Bruce!"

He ends the call while you're still laughing.

It takes him another minute to compose himself. He straightens his shirt and tie, checking his reflection in the darkened office window until he once again resembles a somewhat respectable man.

When he returns to the conference room, Lucius pauses only briefly before continuing the presentation. Bruce settles into his chair and opens the documents in front of him.

Lucius finishes explaining the next set of projections before addressing him. "Everything handled?"

"Yes."

Lucius studies him for a moment. "Good."

Bruce knows that tone. He ignores it.

“I’m returning to Gotham tonight,” he says. “I’ll join tomorrow’s meetings by video.”

“Of course. I’ll make the arrangements.”

No smirk. No teasing comment. Somehow, Lucius’s professionalism is worse.

Bruce's phone vibrates one final time.

You: can't wait to see you, baby <3

He makes himself wait to respond, and by the time he does, he's seated inside the Wayne Enterprises jet.

Bruce: On my way.

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Who's Smarter Than a 5th Grader?

🪕/🍼: Baby and Jinu are neck and neck for "smartest" amongst the group. Being a noble, Baby grew up with the best education money could buy, and he thirsts for knowledge in his everyday life. Because he is old, he has become great at adapting to development and re-learning information that no longer bears fruit.

Jinu, while not formally educated in his human life, was quite street smart. He built a solid foundation of knowledge relating to survival and caring for his family, and in his demon years, he has broadened his horizons. Baby and he have friendly debates and discussions, especially after one of them has finished a new book or picked up some new tidbits.

The one thing Jinu can't beat Baby on is his ability to grasp modern technology. For that, Baby is an iota smarter than him.

🌹/❓: Neither Romance nor Mystery have any formal schooling or education. Their intelligence shines brightest in their crafty nature. Romance is a master at analyzing and manipulating targets. Many during his short time as a demon have fallen for his charm and lost their soul to his deadly kiss. He also learned from his human life, a little too late, how to be tactically wary of people.

Mystery doesn't manipulate unless you count the occasional puppy dog eyes on the boys. His greatest strength is his survival skills. Having fought for his life 24/7 for months leading up to the day he sold his soul, he knows all the essentials to living to see another sunrise. After becoming a demon, however, Baby did assist him in in learning some basics, which enabled Mystery to show off how quick he is to grasp things when given the opportunity.

🌽: Born into a good family, Abby received a standard level of education and got decent grades. He is by no means dumb; his low ranking stems from the fact he is too much of an upfront, genuine person to manipulate, never needed to be streetwise, and can be a bit headstrong and dense when it comes to problem-solving. Abby is the "charge forward and hope for the best"-type as opposed to a planner. He has always relied on his strength, so convincing him to slow down and use his brain is a battle.

[t1koy-roll]

Do it in style, or don't do it at all.

(AU Lore dump will probably come in reblog, probably.)

[papayafromtv]

scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 24 (masterpost here)

*Alfred setting dinner down for the kids*

Damian: thank you, Pennyworth. so will Father not be joining us?

Alfred: you father is working late at Wayne Enterprises tonight i’m afraid, he’s asked that Master Dick step in for him as Batman in the likely case that he not make it home in time for patrol.

Dick: if he’s not here then can we play Bat-Quotes?

Duke, instantly: YES. yes, yes, a thousand times yes,

Tim: also agreed, if B isn’t here then we have to.

*all the kids look to Jason expectantly*

Jason: …i shouldn’t have come up with that game.

Alfred, mild: oh dear, this isn’t a dangerous game, i hope? my dishware won’t be in danger?

Dick, snickering: no no, don’t worry Alfie. the game’s only dangerous to Jason.

Damian, smug: yes, meanwhile for us it is, in fact, a completely consequenceless endeavour.

Jason: …i really should not have come up with that game.

the batkids, chanting at Jason: Bat-Quotes, Bat-Quotes, Bat-Quotes, Bat-Quotes-

Jason: i- *wheeze* OK- ALRIGHT, we can play a round or two, oh my god, i hope you’re happy,

*cheering and clapping*

Alfred: *warily raises an eyebrow*

Jason, bringing out his phone and sighing theatrically: alright, alright, everybody welcome back to Bat-Quotes; a horrible game that puts my social life in danger on a regular basis. i hate that i came up with it, and i hate that you all like it, but here we are.

Alfred: and what is the nature of this game, if i may ask?

Dick, gleefully: Jason keeps a list of quotes that people associated with our bat-lives have said. he reads them out, we have to guess who it was that said it, and if we- *wheeze* if we get one right—*laughing* Jason tell him what happens if we get one right,

Jason, looking very begrudging: well, as you know, the Red Hood has become a big enough and regular enough ally of the Justice League that i’ve been added to the main JL group chat. so if- *wheeze* *regretfully* if somebody correctly labels the person who says a quote, then i have to say that quote as myself in the official Justice League group chat, with no explanation, and no matter the reaction i can never explain it.

Steph, grinning maniacally: to further explain to you the genius consequences of this game, Alfie, let me tell you the last time we played Bat-Quotes; where Duke got the best slam-dunk i have ever seen on the quote of- *laughs* what was it, Jason?

Jason, looking at his phone: uh- so last time we had the quote ‘i think i would fuck a plant if i had the free time, it’s just that i’ve always had an unnatural fear of stinging nettles stinging the inside of my ass somehow, so i think that i’d be a little bit paranoid about it at first.’

Dick: *wheezes, smacking the table-top*

Tim, also crying: GOD i forgot,

Jason: yeah—Duke came in with the guess of Harley Quinn, which was correct, so i had to- *wheeze* with no context,

Cass, shark-like: and you had a reaction, right?

Jason: yeah, so because of that i had Uncle Clark call me, because he thought that i was speaking in some kind of code to let them know i was in danger. and i had to fucking be like. ‘no i was just sharing my thoughts on the matter’ and he didn’t speak to me directly for like a week.

Duke: *cackles* BEST ACHIEVEMENT OF MY LIFE,

Jason: yeah- you’ll also all be happy to know that Bruce DM’ed me after that to say the simple sentence of ‘do you fucking know how hard i advocated for you to be on this team?’

Dick: *almost falls off his chair* *struggling to breathe* i love this game so much.

Jason, dryly: yeah i’m sure it’s real fuckin’ fun for you guys.

Alfred:

Alfred: dear lord.

Jason: yeah exactly Alfie, Dear Fucking Lord.

Steph: hush up and play the game with us, coward.

Jason: *sighs* alright, let me- let me pick one.

*waiting*

Jason: alright- fuck. alright. here we go. and- AND LET ME BE CLEAR. you cannot each give your own separate answer, that’s fucking unfair, you can’t have six whole chances of getting it right. you have to choose one.

Damian: just say the quote.

Jason: *sigh* ok, number one. ‘if i tell you that i don’t currently remember which colours you mix to make purple, are you gonna make fun of me?’

Alfred: *squints*

the rest of the batkids: *intense focus*

Steph: oh, see that’s a hard one.

Duke: my instinctual reaction is one of the rogues. they spout a lot of shit when they’re beaten half into the ground, you know? all delirious n’ shit?

Dick: Riddler…? maybe…?

Cass: sounds like somebody drugged.

Damian: Cain is right, if it’s a rogue then it’s more likely to be Scarecrow high on his own gas.

Tim: no, no, i don’t think it’s a rogue. i wanna say… Steph?

Steph: excuse me?!?! i did not-

Tim, defensive: YOU SAY A LOT OF WEIRD SHIT WHILE DRUNK! we have to be logical about this; Jason objectively spends more time laughing at things we say while hammered than he does sticking around after fights to listen to rogues rambling. and your favourite colour is purple!

*consideration*

Dick: ‘s got a point. this is about being right, Steph. we have to put pride aside.

Cass: agreed.

Steph: i would not say that shit!

Duke: i dunno, one time i watched you google how to boil an egg.

Steph:

Steph, begrudging: fine, whatever.

Jason: final answer?

Tim: Steph.

Jason: ok, well in that case that’s one of the biggest flops i’ve ever seen, because Tim that was you,

Steph: HA.

Tim: ?! WHAT?

Jason, smugly: you, about seven months back, high on cold medicine, when you were bed bound. and- and you actually said it to Steph, so that’s a double failure really.

Tim: FUCK.

Dick: please tell me you have more, that can’t be it.

Jason: i’ll give- ok, i’ll give you two more chances, and then i’m banning this game for the next month at LEAST for my own safety.

Cass: deal, give.

Jason: ok, ready? this one’s one of my favourites, actually.

Jason: ‘is it just me, or are Nightwing and Batman kinda gay for each other’.

Duke: *instant wheeze*

Steph and Tim: *loud cackles*

Dick, offended: HELLO?!?!

Jason, proudly: come on, what do you think?

Dick: WHAT THE FUCK, THAT’S MY DAD.

Damian, snickering: no, no, this is good. it narrows it down, it proves that the answer is somebody who doesn’t know our identities. it has to be a rogue.

Duke: i dunno if he’d repeat answers so soon but it does sound like something Harley would say, not gonna lie.

Steph, still laughing: you guys are talking like all of us wouldn’t yell this shit from the rooftops just to piss Dick off. i’d pin this on Babs taking the mick over comms.

Tim: no, Damian- *wheeze* Damian has a point. if it were Barbara over comms then she would have said Dick and Bruce, not Nightwing and Batman. i feel like this was said out in public, around other people.

Dick: surely i would remember if one of you had said it.

Tim: i dunno. i’m kinda worried it’s me again.

Damian: *wheeze* it’s all- it’s all just Drake.

Steph: is there a chance it could have been- like, the titans or something? this sounds like a joke Gar would make.

Tim: oh, maybe, that’s genius,

Duke: i don’t know the titans well enough to make that kind of call, so i’ll go with whatever you guys say.

Dick: …*intense squinting at the table*

Cass: what do you think?

Dick: …i’m just trying to remember- Selina’s made a few jokes about her third-wheeling us before, and i’m trying to remember if this could have been her.

Tim: i feel like Steph is right, i think it’s more likely to be a titan.

Damian: honestly, the most likely scenario is that it was Jason. is that an option?

*the kids all turn to stare at Jason*

Jason, shrugging: you can use your one guess for me if you want.

Steph, instantly: oh- fuck off, you can’t do that. you have to at least tell us if it’s possible that you’re the original quoter.

Jason, laughing: alright, alright—none of them are me.

Dick: then- ok yeah, i’m with Duke, you guys take this one. i don’t know.

Tim: ok, we’ll say Beast Boy then.

*a beat*

Jason: *incorrect buzzer sound*

Tim: DAMMIT.

Jason: that one was actually Antonio, one of my main subordinates in the alley.

Duke: FUCK OFF-

Steph: THAT’S SO CHEATING!

Jason: *cackles evily*

Dick: -SO unfair, how the fuck are we supposed to know the names of your men?!!

Jason: no no, this is fair, and for the record i would have accepted ‘a Red Hood goon’ as a correct answer, i’m not a monster. y’all are thinkin’ about people you know; gotta think about people i know.

Tim: -shut up and give us the final one.

Jason: ok touchy! well this one—this one i think is the worst one for me to put in the chat, so. i’m not really happy about this.

Cass: give it to us.

Jason: …’i saw a bird fly into the wing-mirror of the Batmobile, and ever since i’ve just been feeling kind of depressed. is anyone available for a hug?’

Dick: *noise of awe*

Tim: …shit i really want him to say this to the Justice League.

Duke: guys we need to lock in. we need to get this one. who would say this that spends time around the Batmobile?

Steph: and who would actively ask for physical comfort?

Cass: Dick likes hugs.

Dick, intensely thinking: ….it does kinda sound like me…

Tim: do you remember ever watching a bird fly into the window?!

Dick: no that’s what- i’m trying to think, i can’t remember!

Duke: Dami, do we think it could have been you?

Damian, flat: is that a genuine question.

Duke: no- i know, i know it doesn’t sound like you, but the bird thing tracks. and like- we’ve all been high on pain meds during various points in our lives. we get clingy, it happens!

Damian, shaking his head: if it was me i don’t remember it.

Tim: i don’t think Damian would ask for anybody to hug him. when he gets high he beelines for B, Dick and Jay. he’s specific about it. this is somebody who just likes physical comfort point blank.

Dick, considering: can i suggest… Bruce?

Steph: there is no fucking way we wouldn’t remember that. we’d have the recording. i keep going back to Dick, i feel like it’s him,

Dick: same but i also think i’d remember watching a bird hit the window-!

Damian, leaning back in his seat, tonguing his cheek: hmm.

Cass: Damian, you have an idea?

Damian, hesitant: hm.

Jason: i want a final answer.

*silence*

Damian: can i…?

*a beat*

Damian: Jon Kent…?

Tim: ooo,

*silence, all attention on Jason*

*waiting*

Alfred: *takes a sip of wine*

Jason, with feeling: ffffuck.

Damian: SERIOUSLY?

Jason, again: FUCK.

*instant uproar, batkids celebrating*

Jason: WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME-

Damian: THERE’S NO WAY,

Steph: I’M SO HAPPY,

Jason: I DON’T WANNA- YOU GUYS DON’T UNDERSTAND-

Dick: DUDE- JASON- WONDER WOMAN IS IN THAT CHAT,

Duke: *falls off his chair*

Jason: I DON’T WANNA DO IT-!

Damian, deadly serious: you have to- i won fair and square, you have to.

Jason: *glances at his phone, pensive*

Tim: *wheezes* that’s such a bad one-!

Jason, dramatically throwing himself down in his seat: I DON’T WANNA DO IT.

Steph: *evil cackling*

Cass: i’ll do it for you if you want-

Jason, snatching his phone away from her: don’t you dare- THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING GAME WE HAVE EVER COME UP WITH!

Damian: you have to do it.

Jason, wailing: i KNOW,

Dick: *wheezes* this is the best day of my life,

Duke, incredibly happy: dude- you know Bruce is gonna see that in the chat, right? he’s gonna be so worried.

Dick, wheezing: and you can never explain-!

Jason, grumpy: god fucking- *angrily typing at phone*

Steph: Dick you’re in the chat too, right? check he actually does it.

Dick, pulling out his phone: he has- *wheeze* word for word, it’s there.

Jason: i’m so mad- Damian you weren’t even there when he said it.

Tim, wiping tears from his eyes: when the fuck did he say it?!

Jason, annoyed: he said it on the Watchtower while Clark was working really late and he was over-tired, and me, him, Kon, and Roy somehow ended up in the rec room with him watching fucking Marley and Me at three in the morning, and i guess he got sad!

Dick: oh my- aw, oh my god, he got a hug, right?

Jason: yeah actually- Kon opened up his arms and Jon walked right past him and into mine, and Roy laughed so hard he had to leave the room.

Steph: god that was- Damian that was SUCH a god-tier move.

Damian, dryly: my best friend, ladies and gentlemen.

Dick: *wheezes again*

Jason: i’m putting my phone on mute, fuck you guys. worst game ever.

Steph, wetly: best game ever.

~forty minutes later, as the kids clean up the kitchen from dinner~

Jason, walking back in from the bathroom: i hope you’re all happy, because i just got a text from Uncle Clark that says ‘i want you to know i’m always here for you if you need a shoulder to lean on’.

Dick: *wheezes, falls into Cass, who has to hold him up* oh my god, Uncle Clark is my favourite person on this fuckin’ planet,

Jason, holding up a finger, reading from his phone: wait for it, because the Flash has responded to me in the actual chat, and he has said, ‘i’m so sorry you’re feeling like that Hood, i know what it’s like.’ to which Diana put, ‘depression is a battle that we all struggle with at some point, it’s brave of you both to speak up.’ and then Barry put, ‘i mean yeah, but i meant i knew what it felt like to run into the Batmobile wing-mirror at full speed’.

the batkids: *burst out laughing*

Jason, bowing begrudgingly: you’re welcome, you all better be fucking satisfied.

Damian, hanging onto Tim for balance: victory tastes so sweet-!

Alfred, from the other end of the kitchen, face flat: i hope you all know that i will be the one that Master Bruce comes to for advice when he thinks his son is depressed.

[otiksimr]

[neoryweory]

gl-ab-ses.. heh heh heh

[wholesome-animal-images]

[klaudia96art]

Trust Me 💜💖🩵 cherry

[axiondelta]

G1 lamp post Soundwave, but it's TFP Soundwave.

TFP Soundwave is already built like a lamp post. All he has to do is look straight down at the floor.

Bonus spookier version because I was playing around with lighting, and considering I drew this for a laugh, it turned out so menacing:

[dogpuppy]

[dragonpyre]

Hi! Sorry for the random message, but I need to explain something important. I've been trying to reach you, but I haven't been able to. There might be an issue. Could you send me a DM? I can't explain everything here.

PSA for anyone else who gets this, this is a common scam ^^^ please be careful out there ❤️

[blignick]

[introvertsnation]

@introvertsnation

My Instagram | Youtube

[hometoursandotherstuff]